magenta, made the entire scene rather surreal. The floor was made of motion sensitive sensors, every step would light up a few panels making one's steps traceable as they'd make their way across the room. A waiter approached them almost as soon as they stepped out of the elevator,
"How may I help you?" She was smartly dressed with a white shirt, a thin black tie and a tight pair of trousers that must've been silky to the touch by how they glimmered against the blue and magenta tones.
"We're wondering where the Pharoahtics are," stated Arina.
"Miss Fasceda, it's an honour to have you. We moved them onto the roof for your convenience but we can move them back down if you'd prefer that." The waiter showing a slight hesitation in her voice that was undoubtedly caused by nerves.
"No, I think you've bothered them enough for the night," Jordi intervened.
"We have a team of waiters that will be serving you specifically. Please return to the elevator as it will